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THE DUCHESS OF DOHERTY 
COURT 



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THE DUCHESS 

OF 

DOHERTY COURT 



A COMEDY 



By 
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THE DUCHESS OF DOHERTY 
COURT 

Performed on Friday, December 16, 1910, at the 
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Florence Plant ageney 

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THE DUCHESS OF DOHERTY 
COURT 

Scene. — A kitchen. Homely furniture. Cloth laid 
for tea. Florence discovered laying tea. 

Florence. I ain't a-going to call myself Flo 
Jones no longer. " Florence Plantagenet Tudor " is 
my reel name, an' I'm a-goin' to stick to it. I ain't 
a-going to call myself Mrs. Jones neither {busying 
herself about room). Florence Plantagenet Tudor is 
quite good enough for me, and as soon as Alf comes 
back from the lawyers, that's the name I'm a'goin' 
to be known by, an' Alf can change 'is if 'e likes. 

Alfred (speaking off). Good-bye, old sport, and 
I thank ye for the tip. 

Florence. That's 'im. that's Alf; now we shall 
'ear the news. 

Enter Alf, an ostler, smoking a cigar, and carry- 
ing a flower pot and several small paper bags. 

Alfred {cheerfully). Hello, old gal ! Give us a 
kiss ! 

Florence (looking at bags and pushing him off). 
Wot's them things you've got ? 

Alfred. Hot'ouse grapes, two bob a pound. 
{Gives her a bag.) 

Florence (throiving bag on table contemptuously). 
Never mind them. Wot about the lawyer ? 

Alfred (blandly). Wot lawyer? 

Florence. Wot lawyer ? Wot did I send yer 
to town for ? 



8 THE DUCHESS OF DOHERTY COURT. 

Alfred. I don't know. 

Florence. Didn't I send you to see the lawyer 
about my property ? 

Alfred (remembering). Why, of course, you did, 
but never mind about 'im, look at this-. (Showing 
flower in pot.) Ain't it got a lovely smell ? We're 
'ad a bit of luck, old gal. 
Florence (excitedly). 'As it come off, then? 
Alfred. Course it has. He simply romped 'ome. 
Florence. Who romped 'ome ? Not the lawyer ? 
Alfred (confused). Wot lawyer ? 
Florence (plaintively). There now, you promised 
to see a lawyer about my property, and you've for- 
gotten all about it. 

Alfred. O' course. No, I ain't. O' course : I 
saw the lawyer. Why, that was wot I went out for, 
wasn't ; it ? 

Florence {breathlessly). Go on, Alf. 
Alered. And a very nice fellow 'e is too, gave 
me this cigar. 

Florence. You are keepin' something back \ 
Alfred. No, I ain't. I 'aven't anything to hide. 
Florence. Alf Jones. I'll never arsk you a 
favour again ; you know 'ow my 'eart is fair bursting 
to know whether I'm somebody or nobody, and you 
goes an' forgits all about it. (Breaking down.) It's 
too bad, it is. (Sits and wipes eyes with her apron.) 

Alfred. 'Aff a minute. Don't take on like that, 
just when I've 'ad a bit o' luck. 

Florence (smiling eagerly). Then you 'ave got 
good news, Alf ? 

Alfred. Er course I have. I saw the lawyer — 
certainly I did. 

Florence (excitedly). Tell me, Alf, ami some- 
body or nobody ? 

Alfred (after hesitation, weakly). You are every- 
body^ my girl, you are. 

Florence (seizing him by neck). Oh, Alf ! Tell 
me, am I a Duke's daughter or a' Earl's ? 



THE DUCHESS OF DOHERTY COURT. 9 

Alfred. Well — you are — a kind of mixture, sort 
of 'arf an' 'art breed. 

Florence. Half and half. D'ye mean I'm a 
mongrel ? (Firing up.) 

.Alfred (expostulating). No, no. You are a kind 
of a cross. ■ v 

Florence (angrily). I don't believe you've been 
to the lawyer's at all. 

Alfred. Oh it yes, I 'ave. 

Florence (volubly). 'An did you show 'im the 
advertisement I cut out of Lloyd's? 

Alfred. Course I did. 'Ere it is : " Wanted to 
know the whereabouts of the lineal descendants of 
the houses of Plantagenet and Tudor." 

Florence (volubly). Did you tell 'im both those 
names is mine, an' they is the same as my own 
father's ? 

Alfred. I did. 

Florence (conceitedly) . Wot did he say to that ? 

Alfred. He scratched 'is 'ead. 

Florence. Scratched 'is 'ead. Didn't he look 
surprised ? 

Alfred. I should think 'e just did look surprised. 
There's no doubt about it, your father was a dook. 

Florence (joyfully). Then I am a lady after all ? 

Alfred. Course you is. 

Florence (suddenly awed). I say, Alf, shall I 'ave 
to wear one of them things on my 'ead like the ladies 
wore at the King's Corporation ? 

Alfred (laughing secretly). Course you will. 

Florence. Wot do you call 'em — a Ta-ra-ra. 

Alfred. Yus. 

Florence. A thing all over diamonds, 'an gold 
an* spangles ? 

Alfred (grinning). I've bought yer the very 
thing. (Produces a very faded tinsel crown from paper 
bag.) What do you think of that, old gal, eh ? 

Florence. Do I wear it on my 'ead in the street ? 

Alfred. Course you will. 



10 THE DUCHESS OF DOHERTY COURT. 

Florence. Won't people think I'm selling 'em ? 

Alfred. You'll only wear that on special occa- 
sions, like when you go to tea with the toffs. I 
suppose you wouldn't mind that, old gal ? 

Florence. Now tell me all about my ancestors. 

Alfred. Wot shall I say now ? Well, you see, 
your father's father's, great-great-grandfather, was a 
soldier. 

Florence. A soldier ? 

Alfred. Not one of them fellows you see in the 
Park, with a gal an' a cane ; but the real thing, like 
one of them you see in the tower, covered all over 
with sheets of rusty pig iron, with rivets in it, an' a 
dish cover on their heads. You 'ad two fathers, 
properly speaking. 

Florence. 'Ow could I 'ave two fathers ? 

Alfred (confused). You have tw r o names, 'aven't 
yer ? Plantagenet and Tooder, both belonging to 
different 'ouses, the first 'ouse an' the second 'ouse. 
Now whether your great-great-grandfather was in the 
first 'ouse or the second 'ouse is wot we want to find 
out — very well then. 

Florence. 'Ere — you're getting a bit mixed, 
ain't yer ? 

Alfred. Well, perhaps I am ; anyhow, you are 
a lady, an' no mistake about it. 

Florence. Oh, Alf ! I always knew I was some- 
body, because I never stoop to nobody. When I've 
seen you sitting at the table, eating a herring, I 
always felt you were beneath me ; even when I was 
kitchen maid, I wiped the missus acrost the ear because 
she asked me to say Mum to 'er, and then I told her 
off, like a queen, an' I do believe if she 'ad answered 
me back, I'd 'ave left the 'ouse. 

Alfred. That shows the lady in yer. 

Florence. Now, I can't waste any more time 
on yer ; I must be up an' doin'. Cut the bread. 

Alfred. Hello, you are putting on a lot of swank, 
now yer a toff, ain't yer ? 



THE DUCHESS OF DOHERTY COURT. ]] 

Florence. You ought to be proud, Alf Jones, 
to wait on a lady. 

Alfred. Can't you cut it yourself ? 

Florence. No, I'm goin' to wash my 'ands to 
make 'em white. When am I to see mv ancestors ? 

(He grins and grins.) 

Florence. Wot are yer grinning at ? Can't yer 
answer a question, my man? 

Alfred (smothering his laughter). My man ! ain't 
she biting ? 

Florence (dragging his hands down from his mouth). 
Wot about my auntsesters ? 

Alfred. Well, your aunt's sisters 

Florence. Not aunt's sisters ! Auntsesters 

Alfred. I said auntcestors ; you can see them 
any time you like. 

Florence. Where are they ? 

Alfred. In the Abbey. 

Florence. W r ot Abbey ? 

Alfred (with suppressed laughter). Westminster 
Abbey, of course. 

Florence. Wot are they doing there ? 

Alfred. Restin' their bones. 

Florence. Wot time can I see them ? 

Alfred. From ten till dusk. 

Florence. I must doss myself up, an' drop in on 
them ; they'll be wantin' to take me to banquets, 
an' beanfeasts. 

Alfred. Banquets an' beanfeasts. (Grinning.) 
Don't yer know yer ancestors are dead ? 

Florence (dropping a plate). Dead ! Oh, Alf ! 
when did they die ? 

Alfred. About a matter of four hundred years 

a g°- 

Florence. Four hundred years ago. (Wiping 

her eves.) An' I never heard anything about it. 
What did they die of, Alf ? 



12 : THE DUCHESS OF DOHERTY COURT. 

Alfred. They died of 'aving their 'eads cut off. 
Florence. Wot ? 

Alfred. Straight, they did. They died on the 
block. Come over an' 'ave your tea. 

{They sit at table.) 

Florence. Do yer mean my ancestors was mur- 
dered ? 

Alfred. They 'ad their nappers cut off by order 
of the king. (Business cutting bread, illustrating.) 
Lor lumme, a bloke was nobody in them days unless 
'e 'ad 'is napper cut off ? 

Florence. Do yer mean, he couldn't hold 'is 
'ead up until it was cut off ? 

Alfred. Which made it very awkward for them. 

Florence. Well, if that ain't upset me and made 
me turn right queer. (Emotionally.) 'Ere — (vio- 
lently) — cut my bread an' butter thin. I ain't a 
blooming navvy. 

Alfred. No, you're a lady, ain't yer ? 

Florence. Yes, an' I'm going to h'eat like a 
lady. 

Alfred. You are going to turn over a new leaf, 
then? 

Florence. I'm going to live up to my ancestors, 
I give yer my word, an' I'm going to begin to-day. 
Here, you've 'ad enough tea, just lace up my boots. 

Alfred. Well, that takes it. (Imitating her.) 
" Lace up my boots " ; you talk to me as if I was a 
sort of scullion. 

Florence. W r ot's that ? (Alf taking off her 
boots.) 

Alfred. Why, somebody as isn't fit to sit down 
at the same table with yer. 

Florence. Neither yer are. 

Alfred. 'Ere, 'old 'ard, 'old 'ard, yer ladyship, 
or yer'll get something you don't like. 

Florence (angrily). An' who'll do it ? 

Alfred. I will, jolly soon 



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THE DUCHESS OF DOHERTY COURT. 13 

Florence. You know better than strike yer 
betters ; blood tells, a lady is a lady born — -you 
can't mistake her. 

Alfred. I'm jolly well sure you can't. 

Florence. Pass me my slippers, and just give 
these boots a polish. Now look sharp about it. 
[Bullying.) And don't let me 'ave any saucy looks ; 
remember, I'm a lady. 

Alfred. Lor lumme, I wish I could forget it. 

Florence. You'll 'ave to wait on me, 'and an' 
foot, until I gets a maid. 

Alfred (polishing boots). Wot do you want a 
maid for ? 

Florence (admiring herself in glass). To do my 
'air up, an' bath me in the morning. 

Alfred. Why, can't yer clean yerself ? 

Florence. Now I'm goin' in for improving my- 
self, an' the first thing I do is to improve ytm. I'm 
going to send you to a night school. 

Alfred (dropping boots). That takes it. 

Florence. I want you to learn French, an* 
Spanish, an' Latin. 

Alfred. Wot for ? 

Florence. So that you can teach it to me. I 
sharn't 'ave any time myself, wot with dances, an' 
balls, an' banquets (clasping her hands estatically) . 
Oh, I shall enjoy myself. I shall go into one of the 
swell restraunts an' ask for fish, an' chips, in seven 
different languages. 

Alfred. And then you'll wake up, old gal. 

Florence (continuing). I'll have a dancin' master. 

Alfred. Wot for ? 

Florence. To teach me a few fancy steps. 

Alfred. He can't teach you more than yer know. 

Florence. They dances different in society to 
wot you does before a barrel organ. I ain't going to 
dance any more like that — it's vulgar. I want a 
carriage an' pair, a footman, an' a couple of King 
Charleys in my lap. 



14- THE DUCHESS OF DOHERTY COURT. 

Alfred. King Charleys in yer lap ? 

Florence. Little dawgs, yer idiot. I can spend 
my money as I like, I'm my own boss. 

Alfred. Oh, no, you ain't. 

Florence. Yes I am. (Angrily.) 

Alfred. I'm jolly well sure you ain't, and you 
ain't going to 'ave no dancin' master. 

Florence. Look here, Alf Jones. I'm my own 
boss, see, and now I've come into my money, I'm 
coming out of my shell. Here, 'ave I worn this, 
common old jacket (taking up jacket) three winters 
an' summers, but I ain't goin' to wear it no longer. 

Alfred. Oh, ain't yer ? 

Florence. No, I ain't, see I wipes my feet on 
I'm going to 'ave nothing but the very best ; and it 
this old hat too (taking up a hat), I'll make a con- 
certina of it. (Jumps on it.) That's the end of that. 

Alfred. I suppose now you've come into money 
yer are going to be a beggar on horseback, an' turn 
yer back on yer pals. 

Florence. No, I ain't. I'm going to spend my 
money with a free 'and, but I won't forget them as 
is as poor as I was. Many a time my heart 'as fair 
ached to think I could not afford to 'elp my poor 
crippled sister, not even a bob a week, no matter 'ow 
she wanted it ; but now she shall live in comfort for 
the rest of her life. She 'as shared 'arf my sorrows 
with me, an' she's going to 'ave a bit of my happi- 
ness. I don't believe in people keepin' all their joy 
to themselves. Pass me that coat an' waistcoat of 
yours. . . . 

Alfred. Wot for ? 

Florence. Come on, hurry up. 

Alfred. Wot are yer going to do ? 

Florence. Never you mind. (Rolling them up.) 
There's poor old Joe Vish, as can't get a job because 
he ain't got a decent suit. He shall 'ave yours. 

Alfred. Here, 'old 'ard. (Stopping her.) 
Florence. I ain't mean, an' you shan't be. 



THE DUCHESS OF DOHERTY COURT. 15 

Don't let us forget them as is as poor as we was our- 
selves, now that we are 'arpy. Don't be 'ard- 
'earted, Alt. We are rich, and let us be 'appy and 
grateful, and share our luck with them as never had 
any. 

Alfred (desperately). You ain't goin' to give Joe 
Vish my best Sunday togs ? i 

Florence. [ am. 

Alfred. No, you ain't. 

Florence. Why ain't I ? (Defiantly.) 

Alfred. We Can't afford it. 

Florence. Wot, not afford to give away an old 
coat an' vest ? You needn't be afraid, I'll buy you 
another. 

Alfred. No, you won't. 

Florence. Why won't I ? 

Alfred. Because you can't. 

Florence. Can't ! 

Alfred. No, can't. 

Florence. Why not ? 

Alfred. Because you ain't got no money. (Said 
loudly and brutally.) 

Florence. Eh ! (incredulously). Ain't got no 
money ! 

Alfred. No. 

Florence. Don't say that, Alf ; you'd kill me 
if I thought it was true. You're joking, but you 
can't kid me. Wot about the advertisement ? 
■ Alfred. That was put in by one of them writin' 
fellows, who was writin' a book, showing what the 
big families of the nobility 'ad come down to. 

Florence. Do you mean to say — it's all a crool 
joke, an' I'm nobody after .all ? 

Alfred. I didn't like to tell you the truth. 

Florence (blankly, in a broken voice). Then I 
ain't no Duchess ? 

Alfred. No. You're plain Flo Jones. 

Florence (laughing wildly). Ha! ha! A nice 
duchess I'd make. The Duchess of Wot ? Look at 



16 THE DUCHESS OF DOHERTY COURT. * 1 

my carriages an' horses, an' my maids of honour. 
Wot a beautiful palace. I've got five an' a tanner a 
week. 

Alfred. I didn't think you'd believe me, old 
gal, or I wouldn't 'ave done it. 

Florence. Don't spare me — I ain't nobody, I 
ain't got no feeling. (Walks quietly to coat she has 
thrown down, and sobbing, she brushes it. Then she 
picks up hat and hangs it up, wiping her eyes and. 
sobbing. Then she stops sobbing and speaks quietly, 
trying to be cheerful.) They say, " Never throw away 
dirty water, before yer get clean." I shan't be able 
to help sister after all now. I ain't a lady, only a 
laughing stock. Oh, it was crool to play such a joke 
upon me. My 'eart is fair breakin'. 

Alfred (affected). Don't take on so, old gal. 
You shall 'elp your sister ; you shall send her a bob 
a week, an' your little brother threepence. There, 
there, cheer up, old gal ; look at this. (Shows hand- 
ful of money.) I told you I 'ad a bit of luck, but 
you wouldn't listen to me. I won all this on a horse. 

Florence. I don't want it. 

Alfred. Not thirty quid ? 

Florence. No, I don't want to look at it even. 
[Peeping at money.) Where is it ? 

Alfred (putting money in her lap). There you 
are. Ain't they beauties ? Now you are smilin' 
again. 
I Florence (tearfully). No, I ain't. 

Alfred. Yes, you are. Ha ! ha ! You're laugh- 
ing. I can see you. 

Florence (smiling sadly through tears). But I 
ain't no duchess. 

Alfred. Yes, you are. You're the Duchess of 
Doherty Court. My old Dutch ! 

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